Mike & Karen Ch. 27

"In here, Jen."

Of course you knew I was there, Jenny thought, trembling as she heard her beloved Kat's voice. Here we go...

She stepped into the room, a room she'd been in so many times before, and yet this felt new somehow- she wasn't sure why, but it no doubt had something to do with the nervousness that was suffusing her being at this moment. She could see them across the room, looking at her- her wonderful, hauntingly beautiful Kat, the person she had loved more than anyone else, ever. And the giant Aryan god Kat called her husband.

She felt so small in their presence.

She held her chin up, meeting their gaze and moving forward, hoping she was radiating confidence.

"I'm so glad you came up," Karen said gently, pulling Jenny into the most comforting hug. "I was worried for a few moments you might not."

"Now I understand what you meant earlier, Kat, despite my assurances that I would never leave," Jenny murmured, holding Kat in the hug, her eyes closed. "I cannot begin to tell you how hard coming up those stairs was. And I couldn't even express why."

"What matters is that you're here, Jen," Karen said in such a soft voice, pulling back from the hug to smile into her beloved friend's eyes. Those unreal golden-amber eyes, shining with adoration, and yes, even love. Jenny felt a type of relief in seeing the expression, it was almost as if the nervousness was draining from her. "I have so much to share with you and thank you for."

"I think that's a two-way street, Kat," Jenny managed to say, smiling. "After all, with you back in my life, won't I feel whole again?"

Karen smiled and tilted her head at her husband. "Then you know who to thank..."

Jenny took a deep breath and turned to face Mike, who towered over them both, a head and shoulders taller than Karen, who was slightly taller than Jenny herself. His smile was so kindly, warm, and genuine. It filled her with a bliss to see it. And his piercing blue eyes, they made her shiver as they seemed to strip away her defences, allowing him to see her for who she was, and yet not making her feel vulnerable.

"Thank you, Michael," she murmured, forcing herself to hold his gaze. "What Kat and I owe you for all this..."

"My wife's happiness is all I need," he replied with a nod. "And yours, of course. I owe you so very much, Jen."

"Will I... what happens after this?" the countess heard herself ask. It seemed a strange question to ask, but it needed an answer all the same, because she didn't seem to know it yet.

Karen giggled. "You're not becoming a concubine, Penrose."

"That would have been the simple and somehow completely acceptable answer," Jenny sighed.

"I don't think there can be an us if we are not lovers, Jen," Karen said. "It would be too awkward, we are too intertwined and mean too much to one another. Me loving you does not compromise my love and dedication for Michael. You were the one who made it possible for me to face that. Even I lack the words that could express the gratitude I feel."

Karen took her friend's hands in hers and looked into her eyes. "Do we want to move forward from here?"

Jenny nodded. "I really do, Kat. I may be nervous, but you know me. Both feet in, right?"

The bronze-haired woman pulled the blonde to her and kissed her deeply, putting her arms around her body. Jenny moaned and returned the kiss, surrendering herself to her desires and what would happen next, because it was not some single moment, but a new chapter in her life opening. It made her shiver to think that with a life as grand as she'd already had, things were about to get even more wonderful.

Their tongues tangled as they held one another, the sensation both familiar and somehow new all at once. Their breasts pressed through their blouses, and Jenny's unabashed moan meant she wanted to feel so much more. Fingers strayed up and tangled into hair, the kiss becoming heated, bodies beginning to squirm in need.

The kiss broke and the two women looked at one another, almost panting, eyes lost in one another's gaze.

"Undress me, Jen," Karen said in a quiet voice, her skin starting to flush. "Undress me, and then I'll do the same for you..."

Jen had already seen Karen naked recently, of course. The first time was her dear friend's accidental sext a few weeks prior, and Jenny had been stunned; not only because she received such a thing at all, but because Kat was as stunning as ever. She couldn't believe even Kat was so beautiful, at just a few months shy of fifty. Her body was still an erotic fantasy.

Hands trembling, Jenny began undoing the buttons on Karen's silk blouse, slowly. Once they were undone, she used her flattened palms to push the material aside, slowly revealing her friend's large breasts, encased in a black bra. The silk finally slid from Karen's shoulders and she relaxed her arms and hands so that the garment just fell to the floor. Jenny was staring at her bust, almost transfixed for several seconds, her hands resting on Karen's waist.

"I don't recall you being this hesitant the last time we'd undressed one another all those years ago," Karen mentioned, her eyes glinting with amusement. "I assure you, everything is still where you left it."

"You'll get no argument from me, Kat," Jenny breathed as she reached up to the bra. Like herself, Karen only wore bras that hooked in the front. Her fingers undid the clasp and then pulled the lingerie apart, allowing Karen's lovely, large breasts to come into view. Jenny let out a sound that was somewhere between a sigh and a gasp. Yes, she'd already seen them, as recently as yesterday, but to be here, now, revealing them for herself...

"Still perfect..." she whispered, lost in the sight of them. Full in shape, with still no trace of sag, the rosy nipples capping them perfectly, begging to be touched, fondled, kissed, or bitten. Jenny's mouth was somehow dry, but she could feel her pussy getting so very moist.

Karen smirked and turned around slowly, presenting Jenny with her back. Hands still trembling, the countess let her palms trail down Karen's shapely back and to the top of her skirt. She found the clasp and then the zipper, slowly pulling it down. The exquisite fabric gave way as she tugged the skirt, lowering it over Karen's hips, her tiny black thong panties coming into view, along with her stockings and garters. The material disappeared between her perfect cheeks, and Jenny bent to continue pulling the skirt down those long, toned dancer's legs. Finally, the skirt was puddled at Karen's feet, and she elegantly stepped out of it, turning around to expose herself to Jenny again.

She'd seen Kat naked already. She reminded herself that she had. And yet, this was so very special. Clad only in panties, garters, stockings and heels, Karen was looking down at her, waiting for her to continue. But she was clearly in no rush. She was letting Jenny do her thing, in her own time. Jenny just let her gaze slowly wander up and down her friend's body.

"God, Kat," she breathed. "You're... you're..."

Words weren't necessary. She had to get this woman undressed. With all the composure she could muster, Jenny lifted Karen's legs and slipped off her heels, then began unfastening her garters. She worked the stockings down and off, then the garters, leaving Karen only in the tiny thong panties.

Jenny swallowed and pulled those down.

I know she's still got the little strip, I saw it yesterday... I've seen her pussy already, her tits, her... everything. Why is this terrifying me so?

Maybe because it was bringing her closer to something else?

And now Karen was completely naked before her, head to toe. Everything exactly where Jenny had left it yesterday in the shower, but now exposed because Jenny had undressed her. She stood slowly, looking into her beloved friend's eyes. "You're still so beautiful, Kat."

"Shall I return the favour?" Karen asked, her voice little more than a whisper, those golden-amber eyes shining. Jenny nodded. She wanted this so much. She also realized they weren't just undressing one another, so they were putting on a show. They were exposing each other while Michael looked on, towering over them and watching the two women surrender to a deep carnal desire.

And before long, he would be fucking them both.

Jenny stood still while Karen proceeded to slowly and deftly undo her blouse, pushing it aside to reveal the blonde's large, bra-clad bust. The outer garment shed, Karen unfastened the bra, releasing Jenny's breasts. Jenny shivered, knowing that Michael could now see her.

"Still beautiful," Karen sighed, cupping one of them and giving it a small fondle, making Jenny bite her lip and shiver. Her nipples were slightly darker than the dusky rose of Karen's, a very light brown. She tried not to whimper as Karen's thumb brushed over the nipple, which went instantly hard, begging for more. To her exquisite torture, though, Karen moved on.

Karen undid Jenny's skirt, letting her step out of it before removing her heels. Like Kat, Jenny was wearing garters and stockings, although hers were a shimmering grey as opposed to the lacy black Karen had been clad in. Karen's hands uncoupled the stockings from the garters and slowly slid them down her friend's legs. The garter followed, leaving only the tiny grey panties.

Karen looked up at her friend and smiled warmly before taking the material in between her thumbs and fingers and slowly pulling it down. Jenny closed her eyes, trying not to shudder as she felt the material move down her legs...

They were both naked now, and Karen slowly stood. Jenny opened her eyes and they held one another's gaze for several seconds. Karen moved close enough that their nipples barely kissed, sending tingling shocks through them both. It was almost more than Jenny could handle, being exposed like this while Michael looked on.

"One thing left," Karen said in a whisper, reaching around Jenny and slowly running one hand up the countess' back. Her fingers snaked into Jenny's blonde hair, finding the clips and pins that held her chignon in place, removing them nimbly.

Jenny gasped aloud as she felt her hair tumble down her back and her body flush pink. Now she truly felt exposed. She looked at Karen, her brown eyes wide, trying to control her breathing, before turning her head to look up at the huge man standing over them. He was simply watching, observing, and letting things happen.

"So then, husband," Karen said, moving to stand beside Jenny, their hips touching as she looked up at Mike. "What say you? Are you willing to share me with the countess?"

"That depends, doesn't it?" he finally said, smirking. "There's one part of this operation still to be seen to."

"He's right, of course," Karen mused, turning her head to look at Jenny, putting her arm around her shoulder. "It wouldn't do to leave my husband clothed, would it?"

"Oh, I dare say it would not, Kat," Jenny managed to reply, nodding. "Shall we?"

Karen led Jenny forward the few steps and then stood on one side of Mike's vast frame, with Jenny on the other. They began unbuttoning his shirt, then slipped if from his torso. His powerful chest was now exposed, and Jenny knew her jaw was going slack at the sight. Karen smiled and waited, caressing her husband's bicep while her friend gazed in wonder.

"Dear, God, man," Jenny breathed, reaching up and running a hand over Mike's pecs. "What is Kat feeding you?"

"It gets better," Karen assured her with a smirk, moving her hand over his shoulder now. "We're in no rush, though."

"Thank God," Jenny said, still staring dumbly, feeling the striated muscles of his obliques. She slowly fondled his bicep with both hands now, swallowing and squeezing her legs together. "I swear, your arm is bigger around than my thigh."

Jenny slowly moved her hand down over Mike's abs, sucking in her breath as she felt the rippling muscles. Karen joined her, their fingers touching and caressing while they explored his core. Jenny closed her eyes and controlled a shiver as Mike gently put an arm around each of them, holding the women to him. She'd hugged him the night before, and that had been so wonderful, but this moment was so sensually charged that she could feel her knees getting weak.

Karen gave her a moment by reaching down and pulling off one of Mike's shoes, then the sock. Jenny did likewise, shaking her head at the size of the man's feet. They weren't overly large compared to the rest of him, but he was so damned large that his feet were... well, impressively large.

Karen looked across Mike and smiled at her friend slyly. "Are you ready for the big reveal, Jen?"

"Probably not, but when has that ever stopped me?" Jen replied, nodding.

Mike was still wearing the crème-coloured dress pants from church still, cut to ensure his enormous thighs were somewhat modestly concealed. Jenny bit her lip again as she reached down and placed a hand on one of his quadriceps. "Kat, didn't you say that one of Lisa's favourite things to do was wiggle this slab of muscle back and forth?"

Karen nodded, her own hand landing just north of Mike's belt. Jenny brought hers up to join her friend's, and Karen held the buckle in place while Jenny pulled on the strap, loosening it. The two women pulled the belt around through its loops, with Karen finally dropping it off to the side. Jenny paused for a moment, looking at the button and the zipper that kept the pants up over Mike's remarkably trim but strong waist.

"Here we go..." Jenny murmured as she used two fingers to undo the button. Then Karen held the flap as Jenny lowered the zipper.

"Well, thank God for the boxers," breathed the blonde as Mike's pants were lowered. She shook her head as she looked at the size of his thighs. "And these must almost be bigger around than my chest."

The boxers were meant to be loose, but they were stretching against his enormous thigh muscles at the bottom. More to the point, the front of the garment was pulled tight over a bulge that intimidated her.

"On three, Kat," she said quietly, still staring. "Don't let me back out..."

Karen nodded. "Very well. Three."

They pulled his boxers down and Jenny hitched her breath and restrained yet another whimper as his cock came into view. It was the sort of tool she'd dreamed and fantasized about her whole life. Her husband's cock had been perfectly acceptable, and he'd made her cum. This... this was just unfair, and she couldn't blame Kat for the glow that surrounded her if this is what she got fucked by every night.

Jenny's mouth went dry as she stared, going down into a kneel. Karen waited patiently, enjoying her friend's awe, assuming the same position Jenny couldn't help but notice that she needed to keep herself straight on her knees, because if she sat back at all, his hips and groin were somewhere over her head. She finally looked up at Karen. "Kat, you... can you take it..."

Karen nodded.

"And you can..."

Karen smiled wickedly and nodded again.

"You're not human, woman," Jenny muttered, shaking her head, still spellbound by Mike's cock, lying heavy and still limp between his legs. Even flaccid, it was huge.

"Let me guess, he's a grower, too," Jenny ventured, finally reaching up to take it in her hand. "It doesn't help that you clearly keep him trimmed."

"How frightened would you be if I shaved him?" Karen pointed out, and Jenny finally giggled. She wrapped her fingers around his girth and began to stroke, slowly and gently. "Do we actually have a plan for how to begin this?"

Karen shrugged casually. "I don't doubt we could all use a shower after church, and then maybe relax in the hot tub."

"Won't we be late for dinner?" Jenny asked, still stroking.

Another smirk from her friend. "They know we won't be down for dinner. Sustenance will be brought to us by Valentina, darling. We're likely to be absent for the rest of the night. Does that meet with your approval?"

"You seem to have forgotten one tiny detail, Kat, and I admit, I am somewhat surprised," Jenny mentioned, tingling in secret delight as Karen's hand joined hers in stroking Mike's cock.

"What might that be, Jen?"

A sly smile crossed Jenny's face. "What we're about to do, it should be immortalised forever, shouldn't it? I would feel terrible if your son were to miss out on this..."

Karen's eyebrow raised for a moment and then she looked up at her husband. Mike nodded.

"Keep going, Jen," Karen instructed, turning around and reaching for her smartwatch. She didn't need to put it on, but she simply pushed a button. "Miss Prospero, would you please come see me in my bedchambers?"

She came back to join Jenny in kneeling next to her husband and then resumed fondling and stroking him. No more than two minutes had passed before they heard the tap of shoes, and then Valentina was at the door.

"Mistress, you wanted to- oh!" the smaller woman said, coming to a somewhat startled stop as she saw what the three were doing. She blushed almost crimson. True, she'd seen Mike and Karen naked and done things with them many, many times now, and she'd seen Lady Penrose completely naked as recently as yesterday, but to see them all together like this...

Unsure of what to do, she curtsied and then bowed in a fluster. "How... how may I help- I mean, what can I do- er... you called me, Mistress?"

Mike and Karen both smiled while Jenny giggled. Karen nodded. "You may look, Miss Prospero. What you see now is very likely to happen a lot from now on, so you might as well get used to it."

Valentina stood up, looked, and swallowed, keeping her hands folding in front of herself, hoping her eyes weren't wide as dinner plates. "Yes, Mistress. What do you need from me?"

"Jenny has pointed out that Alex's penance might end too quickly if we do not keep providing him with new material," Karen stated, looking at her but stroking Mike's swelling shaft while Jenny began to fondle his balls in fascination. "Without him finding out, would you be so kind as to bring some equipment we could use to help ensure he sees the error of his ways?"

The smirk that crept across the pretty Italian girl's face could only be described as evil. "Oh, yes, Mistress. Happily! I'll be back so very quickly!"

With a quick bow, Val turned and shot out of the room.

"Poor Alex," Karen pretended to sigh in sympathy. "But if we're not strict, he'll never learn, will he?"

"So true, Kat, my love," Jenny cooed, getting into the spirit of things, even if Mike's enormous member still intimidated the Hell out of her. Miss Prospero had been right the day before- if she died, she'd die happy, that much was certain. "Oh, goodness, I would kiss you, but this monstrous thing is in the way, isn't it?"

"There is a way around every obstacle, my good countess," Karen purred, leaning in now, as did Jenny. Their lips met, the huge head of Mike's cock in the middle as they kissed one another. Mere seconds passed before tongues snaked out and flickered against each other and around the head, which glistened with their growing desire. They both kept hold of the shaft, which was slowly swelling in their hands.

More time than Jenny had guessed must have passed, because Val was back in what felt like mere moments. She was carrying video cameras and stands, the stands held awkwardly and sticking out at crazy angles from her. She almost stumbled into the room in her haste, slightly flushed. "Here we go, Mistress. Where do you want them?"

"Mmmmm, one right here, and the other in the bathroom please, Miss Prospero," Karen mumbled, lost in the pleasure of kissing Jen and beginning to suck on her husband's cock at the same time. It was a Heaven she'd only ever dreamed of before.

"At once, Mistress, and I'll start the bedroom camera for you," Val said. She'd done this for Mike and Karen more than enough times at this point that even though she knew virtually nothing about photography or video, she could do this sort of thing readily. She just followed all the instructions Mike had ever given her, and within mere minutes, both rigs were set up, the one in the bedroom live and running.